When the rains come again, oh then I will ride
Upon the great wheel, with my girl at my side.
We will soar up on high, ho ho! We will see
the city below us. In the clouds, we will be.
Then—lightning! Below, they will see the great flash,
and when we return, they will find that we’re ash.

2016 November 1st, Tue.Brooklyn, New York
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